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    The speaker feels connected to others through shared past experiences of war, even if those others do not remember them. They see themselves as part of a brotherhood of soldiers who fought together in another life, and they have come to this place seeking answers about their past and whether they still have a place among those they once fought alongside.

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    The speaker feels connected to others through shared past experiences of war, even if those others do not remember them. They see themselves as part of a brotherhood of soldiers who fought together in another life, and they have come to this place seeking answers about their past and whether they still have a place among those they once fought alongside.

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    Ghost Years

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    Elizabeth Sennett
    The speaker feels connected to others through shared past experiences of war, even if those others do not remember them. They see themselves as part of a brotherhood of soldiers who fought together in another life, and they have come to this place seeking answers about their past and whether they still have a place among those they once fought alongside.

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    i am nothing to my past,

    but my past is everything to me


    i may not have been a memory
    yet kindred souls
    have always been with me,
    here is where the truth once
    clotted in the veins of bastards.
    This place has waited
    behind a door,
    like a blind mans trust in
    the hand that leads him
    we were soldiers in another life
    we fought a war
    i know your face like a saving grace,
    i dont know you brother
    but ive always claimed your name
    as one of my brothers
    and i wonder
    am i just a ghost of a the past
    am i unwelcome here
    we were soldiers back in the war.
    you may not remember.
    we did battle side by side.
    some of us served our tour of duty somewhere else.
    but i never forgot my brothers
    leave no man behind.
    the door is here now, that place has found me
    im haunted by my own ghosts..."

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